were told/conjured up, in the many watering holes of Oranjemund
and this one sort of sums up the "characters" who made
up the unique town we
lived in. Story goes as such (don't know who the person involved
is, or who
started the story; doesn't really matter). Must have happened about
year ago "if at all", HA HA.
While travelling from Port Nolloth to Oranjemund one night, wind
gale like it sometimes does on the Westcoast, the driver of a vehicle
noticed that his headlights were getting dimmer. After stopping
and a quick inspection it was noticed that the wind was actually
headlight beams under the car. When the driver reached OMD he decided
install stronger headlights so as to prevent a re-ocurrence. Some
he told his mates in the pub that he now had problems getting his
into the garage as his headlights were so strong that when they
against the backwall he couldn't get the vehicle into the garage.
after returning from the pub, engine gunning, to get the car into
he switched off the lights and the car shot forward through the
the garage (damaged car/pay company for damage to property).